I'm always double-dippin' the food
I'm always hittin' the shift and ain't no time to spare
Got a sale on these papayas, you could binge 'em on a diet
And the destiny is yours to lose
You're either part of the solution, don't be part of the problem
Gotta know you're alone, come on, souls and all
Time to turn on the heat, it's gettin' cold on the street
And man, this shit'll get you down
'Cause it's "fuck all y'all" season, don't give me a reason
And watch your house burn to the ground
Light my new joint off the flames
I never learned how to play, so I broke the game
Now, I'm drippin' with oil, with the ink in the sword
Walkin' 'round crossin' off names
I'm gonna ride off into the sunset
While it all burns to hell behind me
Somewhere I haven't been yet
Somewhere they can't even see
Well, you know daddy likes his alone time
It's why he doesn't have any friends
Yeah, but want you to see, you'll be looking at me
The last man standing in the end
Folks gettin' sticky, got no time for gettin' picky
'Bout the who, what, the when, or the where
You say no tugs on the pickle with a back door tickle
Even though you got there
Well, I'm not gonna say what you want me to say
Plenty keep a'pandering already anyway
Don't even try because I already did it
Bullshit sells, don't you ever forget it
Going full speed is the greatest escape
Slamming on the gas, I can't find the brake
I don't know how much more I can take
Well, I'm gonna keep going 'til I find out
Well, mama didn't raise nobody's dum-dum
Not tryin' to win a medal for bein' the most hum-drum
Well, I know daddy needs his alone time
It's why he doesn't have any friends
Yeah, but I want you to see, you'll be looking at me
The last man standing in the end (Hey!)
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